Gu Yao was exasperated. âQiao Xi is just making things difficult for you. The clothes you design are very popular overseas, so why are they suddenly unsatisfactory in front of her? You worked overtime to make them, but she wants you to make them again? Iâll teach her a lesson today!â
Yao Mengqing tried to persuade him but she did not stop him at all. âAh Yao⦠Ah Zheng, thisâ¦â
âMiss Yao, Second Young Master Gu.â
Qiao Xi suddenly said, âWhen did I say she should do them again?â
Gu Yao snorted. âYou didnât say it? Then why didnât you accept the clothes? Sister Mengqingâs clothes are very expensive. If you donât accept them, itâs equivalent to you not knowing whatâs good for you!â
Qiao Xi sneered.
She looked up at Yao Mengqing, then asked, âAh Zheng, how much are these gowns?â
Yao Mengqingâs expression suddenly changed.
Gu Zheng replied casually, âOver eight million dollars.â
Qiao Xi seemed to be lost in thought. âA gown costs more than 500,000 yuan, which is the price of a high-end gown. Be it the fabric or the craftsmanship, it has to be of high quality. Howeverâ¦â
She paused for a moment before continuing, âThese fabrics are of poor quality. Itâs not even worth 50 yuan, much less 500,000!â
Gu Yao was instantly angry. âQiao Xi, are you saying that Sister Mengqingâs gowns are worthless? Her studio uses high-quality fabrics, yet youâre accusing her of using inferior-quality goods?
âMany noble young ladies have invited her to design their gowns, and those pampered young misses donât even mind the fabrics. With your status, how dare you be so picky?â
Yao Mengqingâs eyes turned red as she pursed her lips. âXi Xi, our studio uses expensive fabrics. We donât use any low-quality fabrics.
âItâs fine if you donât like me, but you canât slander my work!â
Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows. âMiss Yao, you indeed used top-quality fabrics on the top of the gown. It can also be seen that you had put some effort into your craftsmanship as well. The gowns look absolutely stunning.â
Gu Yao reprimanded her loudly, âYou already said that the gowns are very good, yet youâre still finding fault with them? Youâre just jealous of Sister Mengqing! Move out of Longwan Residential right now. I wonât agree to have you be my sister-in-law!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Gu Zheng glanced at him. âYouâre not my younger brother at all. Of course, sheâs not your sister-in-law.â
Gu Yao looked at Gu Zheng awkwardly, his cheeks puffing out from anger.
Yao Mengqing said aggrievedly, âXi Xi, I donât know how Iâve offended you. Youâre targeting me like this the first time we meet, but I wonât blame you. As long as you apologize to me, itâll be fine. We canât let our conflict affect their relationship as brothers.â
âDid you give me a chance to explain? Moreover, Second Young Master Gu immediately thought that I was making things difficult for you. Iâm Gu Zhengâs wife, but you guys didnât give me the most basic respect!â
Qiao Xi said coldly, âAlthough it canât be easily seen that thereâs anything wrong with these gowns upon first glance, there are problems upon closer inspection. The value of a high-end gown is that besides looking good, it also needs to be comfortable, so the quality of the fabrics is very important.
âA gown worth 500,000 yuan should definitely do that. However, you used the most basic materials on the inner part of the gowns. The fabric around the waist is not only rough but also very easy to tear.â
Qiao Xi tugged on one of the gowns. The inside was indeed made of coarse and poor-quality fabric. The ends of the fabric had come loose, seemingly tearing apart.
Yao Mengqingâs face turned pale as she lowered her head.
Qiao Xi looked at her coldly. âMiss Yao, all the clothes you design are high-end formal wear. Moreover, theyâre specially designed for the daughters and madams of wealthy families. Their skin is exquisite and sensitive, so they have to wear exquisite materials. They wonât be able to wear rough fabrics. If someone wears such clothes on their upper body, their skin will be left with scratches.
âSince Gu Zheng has already paid you, Miss Yao, you donât have to redo the clothes as itâs money we can afford. Itâs just that I wonât wear such poorly made gowns. In any case, if news of this gets out, I wonât be the one losing my reputation.â
Gu Yao touched the rough fabric, disbelief written all over his face. âSister Mengqing, whatâs going on? The gown you made for my mother previously was made using silk!â
Yao Mengqingâs mind was blank. She really did not know how to explain.
Her face was pale, and her lips were trembling. âI⦠I didnât do it.â
Gu Zheng looked up and glanced at Yao Mengqing coldly, making her tremble.